…to the owners of the cafe in the building where I work: you wouldn't have to be so concerned about people stealing shit if you didn't charge for EVERY DAMNED THING.
After months of not requiring it, now they're demanding that you once again open your boxes at the register instead of just accepting what you tell the cashier is in them. (Shrödinger's Burrito)
Yes, I'm stealing a piece of plastic cutlery, or A PAD OF BUTTER. Jeezus…